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He Xiangu glanced at Ling Qing, an inscrutable look flashing through her eyes. Within the Immortal-Slaying Sword, she had not lost her awareness of the outside world.

She had seen everything clearly: not only Pangolin's remorse after accidentally killing her, but also the means Ling Qing had used to save her.

The sword Ling Qing had used, as well as the method contained within it, were unmistakably identical to the Immortal-Slaying Sword.

She opened her mouth, about to ask, but Ling Qing stopped her.

"Don't speak yet. Rest and recover first."

At that moment, threads of love had already begun to spread through Ling Qing's heart. Seeing how weak she was, he could not help but feel tender pity for her.

He failed to notice anything unusual about He Xiangu, instead tending to her carefully at her side.

The human heart was the hardest thing to fathom, and one's own heart even harder to know. Ling Qing, too, did not notice anything amiss with himself.

Iron Crutch Li, Han Zhongli, and the others, however, felt that he was acting somewhat strangely today.

But they assumed Ling Qing was merely worried about He Xiangu. Seeing that he cared for her more attentively than they did, they gave it no further thought.

"By the way, where exactly did Lu Dongbin go? Why hasn't he returned yet?"

Lan Caihe suddenly sprang to his feet. "He didn't go with Peony Fairy to steal the Mountain-Stabilizing Divine Needle, did he?"

"What?" The others were so startled by this that they all sat bolt upright.

"It's not impossible." Han Zhongli anxiously paced in circles, a bad feeling already rising in his heart.

"They had agreed to rescue He Xiangu together. Yet he and Peony Fairy vanished. They must have thought this journey was too uncertain, so